AU. After Lisa kisses Dean in front of his girlfriend, he knows its over between them. She realises he doesn't love her, and feels broken, angry and hurt. When he tries to win her back, her love for him makes it hard for her to resist him. Please R&R!

Summary: AU. After Lisa kisses Dean in front of his girlfriend, he knows its over between them. She realises he doesn't love her, and feels broken, angry and hurt. When he tries to win her back, her love for him makes it hard for her to resist him. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Megan Isles.

A/N: This came into my head last night and Dean and Crowley are going to be the central characters because of both their close relationships with the OC. Hope you enjoy this! It's very dark and angsty in places because of the OCs past.

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In Too Deep

Chapter One: Broken Up Inside

I saw his lips touch hers and my heart shattered into a thousand pieces.

I knew I'd lost him.

And all I had the strength to do was get myself out of the house before I just burst into tears and collapsed against the cold, hard wall of the garage. I felt a pair of arms around me and I looked up to find my friend Castiel Novak cradling me to his chest, and all I could hear was him asking what had happened. His hands were on me but I could barely feel them. I was shaking, cold and numb, completely in shock over what I'd just seen. I knew Lisa Braeden had been eyeing up my boyfriend, Dean Winchester for a while, but I had no idea he'd had his eye on her too. He'd told me he loved me six months after we got together and had said it every day since. Things were progressing in our relationship. We'd been together for a year and a half by this point and now everything was totally destroyed.

"Megan?"

I closed my eyes as the sobs overtook me, wanting nothing more to be as far away from the owner of that voice as possible. I loved him so much and he'd turned around and betrayed me like that? I felt so sick I almost threw up all over Castiel, and to this day he's still very grateful that I didn't. I wanted to run away and never come back, but I was in too much of a state to do anything.

"Baby, please..."

"Go away!" I cried, "Leave me alone!"

I pushed myself to my feet somehow and I shoved him away, begging him not to approach me again because I just wanted rid of him at that moment. I wanted him to go and crawl back under the rock he'd come from and stay there, away from me. That was when I knew the usual excuse was coming my way and I tried my best to brace myself for it.

"She kissed me, baby. I didn't..."

"So you let her kiss you? You betrayed me that way? You obviously don't love me like you promised me you did!" I cried, "The hardest thing about realising you don't love me is that you spent all this time pretending that you did."

"I do love you..." Dean said as he reached out to touch me.

I still to this day feel guilty for what I did next, but I just turned and slapped him as hard as I could around the face.

"Crowley?" Castiel called, passing me over to my best friend, the friend who I'd been through my darkest days with, "Can you take her home, please?"

The next thing I knew I was pulled to someone's chest, and I realised Crowley had his arms around me, holding me like he used to do when we were younger. He and I went back a long way. We even dated once. He was my first kiss. But in our darkest days he and I used to cut together, and hold each other after. Both our families were breaking apart at the time and we were there for each other. His fingers were in my dark red hair as he tried his best to soothe me.

"Come on, darling." He whispered, and I looked up to see him death-glaring at Dean before his hand went to my lower back and he led me out of the backyard gate, "Just make sure Ruby knows I'm coming back."

Ruby Masters was the girl who was throwing the party, and she was 'friends' with Lisa. Both were cheerleaders. Solidarity and all that. But Ruby despised Lisa, and she probably would even more so. Ruby and Crowley were cousins, and she was a very good friend to me. I felt like a total idiot after what had just happened, like a year and a half of my life had just been totally wasted.

"Come on." Crowley coaxed me, "Come away, Megan."

The car ride home was miserable. He kept reaching over to brush the tears away that kept falling down my face before he opened the glove compartment where a small pack of tissues lay.

"Help yourself, sweetheart." He said softly, and all I could do was just sit there and dab my eyes.

I could barely speak, I was so upset, and through the whole journey all he did was try to comfort me. He told me stupid things to try and make me laugh, he put on some cheesy eighties music to make me laugh, but I could barely give him a smile. My entire world was turned upside down and I felt that horrible urge to cut again.

"You got a knife?" I asked, "Something sharp?"

"Megan Isles, don't you dare." He snapped, "We got through that together once before. You're not stupid enough to fall back into that trap over a boy who isn't worth the shit off your shoe, you understand? Don't you dare cut or you'll have me to answer to."

He pulled over to the side of the road and looked scarily angry as he unbuttoned his sleeves and pulled them back, showing his scars before grabbing my wrists and turning them up where my scars were on show.

"We are not going back there again. Ever." He said, ignoring my fresh tears and sobs, "Look at them, Megan! Right now!"

I did. I looked down at the marks and just broke down all over again, and the next thing I knew, Crowley was unbuckling his seatbelt, then he reached over to unfasten mine before he just pulled me into his arms and held me.

"You're worth ten million of that bastard." He said, stroking my hair and hushing me before he began to rock me back and forth, kissing my head just as he used to, "Let it all out, I'm right here."

We stayed there for a while, just cuddling while I cried my heart out into his shoulder. And as I looked up at him, he pressed a soft kiss to my lips, telling me his was right there for me if I needed him to be. We could do that. Kiss one another's lips and it meant nothing romantic, not anymore. He was so reassuring to me because he was the only one who understood me properly, apart from Dean who I assumed had understood me.

Maybe I was too much for him to handle...Maybe it was my fault that he kissed Lisa.

-TBC-

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